CP wrote --

> used to go for walks with me -- he'd heel as we walked up to the wee park up the busy road, not flinching at traffic.
 
  Never seen a cat do that, unless they think its their idea.  :)
 
> At the park, I'd light up a smoke, look for people to interact with &he'd go havefun, climbing tres, chasing squirrels & butterflies.

  Blanche would be "on patrol" a lot around the neighbourhood when she was
outside.
  And there were a few times she would wander far afield when I had to
leave and a few times I had to leave her on her own for the day.
  People asked if I were concerned about her and said she would wind up one
of three ways: outside somewhere, at the door or flattened on the street. 
It was always one of the first two.  The third one was partly a joke.
 
> thankfully he hunted enough to reduce what he ate at home.

  Many years ago I stayed with a friend for about a month who lived in the
country.
  Matthew would go out the open second floor window, across the roof, jump
to a tree limb, down to the ground and spend the night being the mighty
hunter. 
  In the morning it was the reverse and he would sleep all day.
  Only had to feed him a couple of times since the area was full of field
mice and other small critters.  :)

> On his first day outm he came back after 2 hours with a 1/4 of a seagull that had to be twice hissize (based on the wing & bloody breast he brought in)

  Blanche would bring me gifts from time to time.  I merely thanked and
disposed of it.
  With cats that's a sign of affection and really confuses them when their
slaves make a big scene and yelling at them.
  Like dogs.  They protect their owners and yelling at one to stop barking
confuses them.  Its best to thank them, pat them on the head and let it go
at that.
  Like the old saying:
  The difference between dogs and cats is dogs have owners, cats have
slaves.
  Its like how they view human.
  Dogs think: they love me, they provide for me, they care for me.  They
must be gods.
  Cats think: They love me, they provide for me, they care for me.  _I_
must be a god.

>> Her adopted sister Molly McGee (named after the radio character) could
care less about anything past the apartment door.
> 
> a homebody?

  Very much so.

> Solitaire is fun -- I play a few variations, & mahjong -- I find both very relaxing.

  I used to play Monopoly against the computer but it cheated.
  It would land on all the good spaces, while I had to pay fines, go to
jail, etc.

> one Mr Clean type child host (Capt. Kangaroo?) behind the curtain where a naked woman was there to greet him with full frontal.  His flabbergasted reaction was so priceless!

  That was Soupy Sales, who was from here.
  (Well, born in NC and moved here at an early age and lived here all
though high school).
  I saw him one time walking past my building on the other side of the
street on a regular visit home.

> > There is a reason radio was "the theatre of the mind".
> 
> Excellent phrase for it!
  
  I don't know who coined that but I use it often.

> I loved looking up onething in t he Britannica & spending hours chasing other ranbdiomn thoughts & questions across all volumes

  A downfall of mine has always been reading an old newspaper for some
story or other and then getting sidetracked into reading a lot of other things
having nothing to do with what I was originally looking for.
  Joe
--- Platinum Xpress/Win/WINServer v3.0pr5